The warm radiance of the day wisps across me like the breeze of a long forgotten wind.
Sending my trembling skin to goose flesh in a heart beat.
While the sweet scent of honey suckle plays with my senses.
Weakening my resolve and twisting my down trodden spirit.
Lifting me up with the strength of ages as delicately as if brushed by a doves wings.
My heart flutters to life...
Reflecting the pitter patter sound of a toddlers uncertain steps.
Flushed I awaken to the days last rays glinting off the wavering blades of grass.
Crowning my head in a wreath of earthen green.
Swaying gently in the breeze of some long forgotten wind.
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